Punt, Pass and Whoops

Milk spilled on carpet. Spilled milk.

Thankfully, there was no crying over THIS spilled milk!

Mom has told us a million times “No playing football in the house,”—which is fine. But she never said anything about PAPER football… until last night. Dad and I were watching the game, and I got inspired. We were sitting on the couch, holding our arms up as goalposts and flicking the paper football back and forth. Everything was cool, until my Dad decided to take this epic shot… off the wall AND through the goalposts (my arms). I couldn’t BELIEVE it when he made the shot, and MOM couldn’t believe it when she heard me shouting, followed by a clanking noise… the sound of my elbow hitting my milk glass, and the milk glass hitting the floor.

 

Surprisingly she didn’t get too upset—cause even I can’t stain Downs. Not with milk or anything. But she made Dad and me clean up the mess, AND she outlawed paper football in the house, too. I’m gonna try to talk her out of that one later…


Stevie Robot Malfunction

So today I had to bring something to school that “represents me” and like, the things I like and stuff. AND, worse than usual—we had to MAKE something so I couldn’t just bring in a toy or something cool to play with. Anyway, I thought I’d try to make a toy of sorts—a SWEET robot. You know, ’cause I’m really tough and cool. Like robots, duh! I got a couple cardboard boxes, some paper towel rolls, and I was all set to make my robot, but I realized it was just going to be brown and boring unless I colored it in. Since we didn’t have any shiny paint, I grabbed a couple of paint pens and went to work. I used silver and blue and green, and I was making a lot of progress on the green—the LAST color, when Mom came in and started yelling about the paint pen. I had NO idea what she was talking about til I looked down and saw that the blue pen was broken and leaking all over the carpet. Whoops. Mom got the carpet all cleaned up and it wasn’t stained or anything, because it’s Downs carpet. But I got a big long lecture and  totally missed my favorite show because of it. I don’t even know why! Downs never gets stained! I guess that’s what you get for doing your homework…

 

Two adult men; one wearing cardboard robot arms is chasing the other.

The inspiration for my robot!


Thinking Thursday

So I was looking up what carpet is made out of… and my encyclopedia said that a lot of carpets are made out of sheep? I guess those are just wool carpets, and my Mom told me that Downs is nylon. So does that mean Downs is made from special sheep? Like, from the planet Nyla? Then, the Downs sheep would be called Nylon sheep, and that would make perfect sense because  Downs is definitely made of SOMETHING special. I mean, this morning, I dropped my toast on it, and nothing stained AT ALL… so what do you think? I think they’re special sheep. Definitely.

Sheep on a rock stuck between two big cliffs.

Special Space Sheep?


Little-Sister-Stain-Disaster

Last night, my little sister got out her new watercolor paints that were SUPPOSED to be for school, and she made the BIGGEST mess in the living room. I don’t even know how she did it, but I saw it, and then so did Mom. MAN was she in trouble. In fact, she’s STILL in trouble—and Mom’s still a little grumpy because even though the paint came out of the carpet (cause it’s Downs), it didn’t  come out of the furniture. Downs should probably start making furniture, too. Until then, or at least until Monday, I’m going to hang out at the pool…

 

Sisters…


School, Schmool!

It’s almost time for school again, so Mom and I had to make our yearly trip to the store for school supplies. UGH. I don’t want to go back to school! And, to make things worse, our school supply shopping trip was a DISASTER. The only notebooks and folders left had dumb, girly designs on the front. Seriously, my mom was about to buy one with a FLOWER on it before I saw it and stopped her. THEN, I got gum stuck to the bottom of my shoe on the way to the car. When we got home, I got it all over the carpet. And yeah, it’s Downs, thank goodness, so it came up pretty easily. But I still got a lecture about “being more careful.” Great way to start the school year…

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What’s a Guy to Do?

A picture of chocolate pudding.

The perfect ingredient for August Fools pudding balloons!

The end of summer is getting close, and I’ve had a few really busy months. I’ve done pretty much EVERYTHING there is to do, so over the last couple of days, I’ve started making stuff up—like yesterday. My buddies and I decided that yesterday was “August Fools”—like April Fools, but in August. Get it? So we started planning lots of fun pranks. We put plastic wrap on the toilet seat, sugar in the salt shaker… and we made these SWEET pudding balloons. They were like water balloons, but we filled them with chocolate pudding. And THEN… we went to get our friend Nate. Needless to say, things got messy. We were all covered in pudding, so when I got home, I made sure to take my shoes off and roll up my pants. Problem was, my LITTLE SISTER left one of her toys out on the stairs, and I tripped! I didn’t get hurt, but I can’t say the same for the carpet. Fortunately, it’s Downs, which means Mom didn’t freak out when I told her I needed a wet towel…


Pillow Battles!

Summer gives me the SO MUCH time to hang out with my friends! I get to invite them over to play video games, stay up WAY past our bedtime, eat TONS of junk food, and of course, have AWESOME all out pillow battles! The other day we took our battle into the living room where Mom was drinking wine—whatever that is.

Just as I was about to nail Tommy, I heard Mom yell “No!” Then I looked back and saw Josh standing over a REALLY bad spill, looking REALLY scared. What’s weird was—Mom was WAY nicer to him than she ever is to me! I mean, c’mon Mom! But I guess she figured the spill would come right up—and it did. Cause we’ve got Downs. But Mom still started a No Pillow Fights in the Living Room Rule. Ugh…